You litterally reached into some girls shirt, pulled out her tit and yelled whats up with this guy.
you grabbed his arm with one hand and the bottle of smirnoff with the other and headed off to your room you were on a mission
My god. We'll be gay porn millionaires.
Everything is fine now . The coast guard said we just can't take the inflatable trampling out past the break way anymore
Some might say its sad that I am willingly picking up a coke habit to be the skinniest bridesmaid... I think it shows my great dedication and proves I should have been maid of honor.
if you had such a terrible roommate you would understand. jacking off in his conditioner is just the start.
i have an important question...can you drink in jail?
I remember it because it was right after the sadness and right before the sluttiness. The calm before the storm if you will
I told him finishing at the same time would be a long-term project. Like flipping a house. A sexual house.
I'm surprised I don't have a permanent face imprint between my boobs.
A good drinking club with a running problem, improves endurance in both I have observed this evening.
2 for 1 beer results in multiples of 2 so what should be a beer or two becomes 4 or 6. But running, alleviates the need for a DD.
Nothing like a little chlamydia diagnosis to ring in the new year
Had to lock my cat in the bathroom so I could masturbate in peace.
How drunk were you? in an effort to seduce him, you demonstrated your lap dance skillz on his dog.
I think she lost me at about the point where the words “Ice Cream Enema” were spoken.
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